You should remain positive and calm during hard times.
I had cancer. How I got through the day was thinking: God is not going to let me die this way. I have a lot more to do.
And thinking about when the good times come, and that it's going to work out.
Do not be afraid. - Bible
Following your passion is terrible advice.
I followed mine into 2 failed businesses.
What worked was the reverse.
I got obsessed with a problem, got good at solving it, and the passion showed up after the skill did.
Passion is the flower, not the seed.
Took 21 years to learn that.
Lol there will be no revisionism.
The truth is that the smoke reached the South b/c the North refused to put out the fire. We don't get to look down South & smirk, "it's finally happening to you,"to say that requires a level of blindness we can no longer afford.
The Northern establishment spent yrs coddling this crisis. How many people even admitted there was a "Northern problem" in the first place? For a long time, the strategy wasn't to confront the rot, but to mask it under the guise of political correctness & regional solidarity using religion as a mesh.
There's no form of insecurity in the North that didn’t find a significant Northern bloc of politicians, clerics, & natives defending, justifying, and supporting it. We literally watched active, decisive attempts at destroying Boko Haram get sabotaged from within under the banner of "you're killing our brothers."
Ironically, Southerners were often some of the most vocal voices sounding the alarm against Northern insecurity. They understood a fundamental truth that our leadership chose to ignore : you cannot be part of a single body & watch a limb rot with gangrene, expecting the rest of the organs to stay safe. Eventually, the sepsis spreads to the heart. We are in "SIRS" now.
The Northern elite silenced the alarms and coddled the arsonists. We are not going to pretend even for one second about this reality because if we do, we will not find any way forward.
It's 8:30 PM on a Wednesday. Tunde just walked into the house after spending two freaking hours in traffic on Third Mainland Bridge. He is exhausted, his shirt is soaked in sweat, and he just wants to drop his bag and drink some cold water.
Kemi is in the living room, fanning herself because there is no light. She looks at Tunde, then looks at his empty hands. He forgot to buy the petrol for the generator, which he promised he would pick up on his way home.
If Kemi was just angry or frustrated, she would complain. She might say, "Tunde, ah-ah! I reminded you about this fuel this morning. Now we have to sleep in this heat, and the food in the freezer will spoil. I am really upset." That is a normal complaint. It focuses on the mistake and how it affects her.
But contempt is different. Contempt doesn't attack the mistake... it attacks the person.
Instead of complaining, Kemi hisses loudly, rolls her eyes, and looks at him with pure disgust.
"You cannot even remember to buy ordinary fuel. Is it until I write it on your forehead? I don't even know why I expect anything from you. It's like living with another child. You are completely useless when it comes to taking simple responsibility."
Tunde freezes. He knows he messed up. He doesn't feel like a partner who made a mistake... he feels like a foolish schoolboy being scolded by his headmistress. His pride is crushed. Instead of going out to find fuel, he gets defensive, hisses back, and walks into the bedroom, slamming the door.
Contempt doesn't ruin a marriage in one day.
It is a slow leak. Day by day, insult by insult, it drains away all the love, respect, and friendship until there is nothing left.
Idris left home after a misunderstanding with his Dad and it’s been four weeks since his family last saw him.
PLEASE HELP REPOST and bring him back home.
Kindly call these numbers if you have any information about his whereabouts. 08033241212, 08027802884, 08056420414.
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THE WORST MISFORTUNE OUR POLITICS EVER WITNESSED
There is a camp that boasts of the worst supporters you can imagine.
Toxic. Violent. Vulgar. Volatile.
If they are not hurling racial slurs - though with all the impact of a toothpick thrown at a baobab - they are busy targeting successful personalities from other tribes whose only crime is refusing to applaud mediocrity. Because let us pause here: ewedu? That is what they chose as an insult?
A soup so beloved we have exported it beyond the continent. A staple that has fed generations. Yorubas who nickname themselves after insects, after foods, after towns, after the chaos of memorable events - Abeni Agbon, Sunday Igboho, Koko Zaria, Broken Bottle - and you expect us to wince at the name of a soup? 😆
We should shrink at the mention of what sustains us? 😆. Olodos. They can't even succeed at trolling...
They also target successful personalities of other tribes that are not given to support their mediocre material. There is no neutrality in their jungle. Even the non-partisan, those who have made no declaration of enemy or ally, are not spared. Their crime? Simply existing outside the orbit of worship. To these colony of termites - you either celebrate their failure, or you get bitten.
They are also some who manifest insanity in their private dealings. Like the one who decided he was born on a different date from his twin.
Attention-seeking at the highest decibel. You share your birthday with almost 400,000 other humans, I assume you must be on good terms with everyone of them for the day to be valid. Grown in age, yet infant in wisdom.
Here comes the worst...
Wait! Can you guess the worst variety of these monsters?
Good Evening Severally...
He is 31 years old
At nine months old, a failed measles injection by a local nurse caused avascular necrosis, leading to lifelong hip pain and leg weakness until his hip replacement surgery
Four of his siblings died in childhood (likely related to sickle cell trait in the family), making his survival a "statistical miracle"
At age 10, he dropped out of school due to poverty but returned after his mother worked as a cleaner for six years to pay his fees
He learned chess as a kid at a local barber's shop in a Lagos slum while playing video games with friends
Barely spoke English when he started secondary school (mostly Yoruba at home) but quickly picked it up from classmates
His mother was a petty trader (thrift clothes seller), and his father sold spare parts. They met in a Lagos market
Chess helped him develop a strong photographic memory, which he used to cram for exams and survive without parental allowances
He became Nigeria's No 13 ranked chess player and earned the National Master title at age 20
He won gold medals representing Yaba College of Technology in the Nigeria Polytechnic Games and the RCCG Chess Championship
He also won the National Friends of Chess Tournament and the Chevron Chess Open
He got a diploma in computer science and used chess winnings to support himself through school
Founded Chess in Slums Africa in September 2018 as a volunteer-driven nonprofit after visiting slums like Majidun
The organization has reached thousands of underprivileged kids, including producing a 10-year-old champion with cerebral palsy
Tunde Onakoya broke the Guinness World Record for the longest chess marathon (over 60 hours) in Times Square, New York, in 2024
Featured in CNN African Voices for his work
Tunde has a younger brother (two years apart)
He credits chess with saving him from slum poverty and giving him an "intellectual identity"
He once simultaneously won 10 chess games at the DLD Conference in Germany
First African to win the Lideramos Youth Award for Social Impact in Spain.
Won the Corporate Chess Championship in Malawi with a perfect 7/7 score
Tunde dreams of building the world's biggest chess institute in Nigeria
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Tunde Onakoya has brought attention to Africa through Chess.
He started teaching chess at a younger age to children.
I'm talking of around 2013/2014 when he was meeting at parks around Lagos State, just to teach kids in the open (mostly after work hours)
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Today, I am more interested in telling you more about him, and how he has also risen from a place of deep poverty and struggles.
He has done soooo much for people and it's only expected that these past impacts would show on him as well
You might have your reservations about him, but you cannot downplay how he used the game of chess to bring great changes to children's lives.
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A lot of children now have access to education, purpose and meaning, thanks to Chess.
You are also part of his story. Tunde didn't do all these alone.
Your support, your accolades, your retweet, your reposts, everything
So look at the bigger picture.
Think of the kids whose lives have changed from taking alcohols and drugs on the streets of slums, to having regulated mental health and more purpose driven lives, due to Chess and the opportunity it brought.
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Tunde can't certainly please everyone, and yes, there might be actions that many people would attribute to him being human.
But if children would smile again, because he created an opportunity for them to have their smiles again.... Then it's one of the best legacies anyone can ever have.
And you also can create your own legacy to which nations would applaud, recognise and help preserve 🫂
The sky is big enough for you, I and Tunde to shine and shine bountifully well ❤️
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✍️ Vincent the Therapist
We understand the psychological trauma you and other Arsenal fans are going through, we offer Counselling services to our Students but you have to join us first, our May intake is ongoing, Happy Bottling.
To begin with don’t call them a cult. That’s why you are shocked they are willing to be photographed. No serious recent scholar calls them a cult. This is colonial framing. Next, while reading Fremont Besmer’s main text Horses Musicians and Gods also read his smaller papers like those about an initiation in Ningi.
Finally I have done a very long piece about Bori in Nigeria here, which tackles most of the linguistic as well as ethnographic questions here, based not just on desk research but also field research, interviews with Bori practitioners etc (I also included lots of material for further reading, which if you want to talk about or photograph them, you should read): https://t.co/kDlYTT6Esj
You are right... Nothing is "Presidential" about him. Just as David declared, "God chose me before thy father..." - imagine how the Almighty bypassed your fathers, ignored your lineage and your forsook favorites, and rested its hand on a man you insist is not “special.” The eagle does not need the approval of chickens to soar.
Yet guess what? In his "not so special" stature, wrapped in the very ordinariness you mock, he will lead you and your generations until 2031. And when his time is fulfilled, his protégé will continue from wherever he stops.
We will demand decorum and issues-based engagement in the forthcoming campaign - like civilized, cultured, and enlightened beings.
Still, we have measured doses of toxicity reserved for those who, having walked upright for years, have refused to complete the journey from the jungle to humanity. After all, when you follow a rat into its hole, you cannot complain about getting dirty.
Knowing when stages come to an end.
Knowing when to say goodbye when you feel that you will be remembered and respected forever.
Four months to give my all for this badge and for our goal.
Eternal respect and affection for Manchester United and its wonderful fans.
Forever Red Devil.
It is with heavy hearts that we announce the death of Damilola Balogun on the 1st of January 2026 😢
Damilola was a loving wife, a devoted mother, and the main applicant for her family on skilled worker visa.
Just five months ago, she welcomed her beautiful baby into the world. What should have been a time of joy soon turned into a painful and tragic journey no family should endure.
It all started when Damilola began complaining of severe migraines. She visited Walsall Manor Hospital, where she was treated and discharged. Three days later, she returned with the same symptoms, but no cause was found and she was sent home again. Two weeks later, the headaches persisted, and this time she was admitted. Doctors administered antibiotics and carried out an MRI scan and a lumbar puncture.
The results revealed water on her brain, and Damilola was urgently referred to Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Birmingham, for surgery. The surgery was initially successful, and there was hope.
Tragically, three days later, Damilola went into a coma and was placed on life support. Despite all medical efforts and prayers, it was confirmed that she could not recover. On the morning of 1st January 2026, the life support machine was switched off.
While others were welcoming the first day of a new year in celebration, this family was plunged into unbearable grief.
Damilola leaves behind three children aged 11 years, 10 years, and a 5month old baby, her husband, her mother and grandmother.
Since this ordeal began, her husband has been unable to work, staying by her side throughout hospital admissions and recovery attempts. Their savings have been completely exhausted, and the family is now facing funeral costs and the immense responsibility of raising three children without their mother.
We are humbly asking for your support; no amount is too small. Your donation will help:
•Cover funeral and burial expenses
•Provide immediate support for her children
•Ease the financial burden on the grieving family
Please consider donating and sharing this page. Let us come together to show this family that they are not alone during their darkest moment.
Thank you for your kindness, prayers, and generosity. 🙏
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do not borrow shame from the past. You are not that person anymore and you simply didn't know better. No reason to beat yourself up for it. All you can do is really do better.
@TyrellMalaciia@ManUtd@premierleague Romans 8:18: "For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us"
Amen